Category: Parenthood
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On my journey to my daughters
While I have written about it many times on the blog, this is an attempt for a different audience. Read and share please? The day I met my husband for the first time, under the watchful eyes of both our families, I spoke to him about partnership, about equality, about feminism. He asked me about…
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Time honored traditions
As I turned the lights out last Tuesday night, the last thing imprinted on my mind were the plastic bags with fruit, flowers, parupu thengai and silver vessels laid out on the kitchen island. A day of meticulous preparation and gathering of items needed for a puja the next day at the temple. In my…
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Parenting conundrums
I put away clothes and tidy up the bedroom picking up stray doll parts and mini bags stuffed with blocks. The TV blares from downstairs as the Colts play the Chiefs. Saathi’s voice modulates as he explains the game to the girls. I smile as straighten the bed and fold the warm throws. As the…
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Bubbles and bikes
The clock showed a minute to 9:00 PM. The sole light in the vast expanse of our first floor came from the low hanging fixture above my head. I folded clothes. Mechanically and without thought. The evening had been rough. Potty regression? Check. Power struggles? Check. Yelling and screaming? Check. Haggling and cajoling? Check. Crying?…
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Quantifying parenthood!
Pre Kay and Cee, weekends looked like this: 8:30 – 9:00 – Wake up possibly 9:30 – 1:00 – Cook and eat if in the mood else go out 1:00 – 6:30 – Kill time (TV/Books/MBA) 6:30 – 10:00 – Browse, eat, call up friends 10:00 – 11:00 – Try to sleep Post Kay and…
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Learning on the go
Stepping out my shower, I heard Amma’s voice unusually calm asking “Are you done? Please come out. Cee is bleeding.”. My heart jumped into my throat. Imagining the worst, I was out as soon as I could to see Amma holding a rather bloodied child. Her face was smeared with dried blood. Her hands stained…
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Doing away with the rose tints
10:30 PM – Call it a day 11:30 PM – Sounds of Cee crying. Wonder if I should let her cry it out. 11:35 PM – Pick Cee up from her crib and bring her back to my room. 11:45 PM – Cee looks sleepy and ready to go back. Kay wakes up crying 11:47…